"A… kunai?"
Jiraiya blinked, completely thrown off as confusion flickered across his face.
"What is Ryujin trying to do? Don't tell me he plans to stop that thing with a kunai…"
He genuinely couldn't understand it.
Nothing about this made sense.
And more importantly—
What exactly was Ryujin's Mangekyō Sharingan ability?
Even Orochimaru, who rarely lost his composure, narrowed his eyes slightly. For once, he couldn't see through the situation.
Inside the guild livestream, the reaction was even more chaotic.
Eriri's excitement from moments ago instantly shifted into worry as she stared at the screen.
"Wait—what is Boss doing?! Is he seriously fighting that giant monster with just a kunai?!"
Her voice trembled slightly.
"…He's not going to mess this up, right?"
Ironically, the one who had just been boasting about Ryujin's strength was now the most nervous.
Because no matter how anyone looked at it—
The gap was overwhelming.
Size.
Power.
Presence.
Against that monstrous salamander, Ryujin stood alone, holding nothing but a palm-sized kunai.
How could that possibly work?
"I don't understand either," Utaha admitted calmly, though her gaze remained sharp and focused. "But judging by his expression… he's completely confident."
"Then he must have a trump card," Saeko added quietly, her tone steady.
Inori didn't speak.
But her eyes never left Ryujin.
Hanzo watched everything unfold and let out a cold, humorless laugh.
"I'd like to see… what kind of power the Uchiha's Mangekyō truly holds."
His expression hardened.
Ryujin's earlier attitude—the calm disregard, the quiet dominance—had already ignited his fury.
Konoha's strongest clan?
So what?
If he wanted to die—
Hanzo would grant that wish.
But even he hadn't expected this.
No retreat.
No evasion.
Just—
A kunai.
It almost felt insulting.
Hanzo knew better than anyone how powerful his summoned salamander was. If Ryujin had used a large-scale ninjutsu, there might have been a real clash.
But this?
It was laughable.
Ryujin slowly lifted his gaze.
His crimson Mangekyō rotated quietly, locking onto the charging salamander.
And in his vision—
The world changed.
Around the creature, countless invisible lines appeared, wrapping around its massive body like threads binding existence itself.
No one else could see them.
No one else could sense them.
Only Ryujin—
Could perceive their truth.
To him, this power went beyond chakra.
Beyond ninjutsu.
It was something closer to—
The laws of reality itself.
His gaze sharpened.
Among the countless threads, he selected one.
A single line—
Representing causality.
Life.
Death.
Without hesitation—
He threw the kunai.
Shhhk—
It cut through the air cleanly.
Then—
Passed straight by the salamander's eye.
Missing entirely.
Silence fell.
Confusion spread instantly across the battlefield.
"…What was that?" Jiraiya muttered.
Hanzo frowned deeply.
Even the guild members were completely lost.
That was it?
One throw—
And it didn't even hit?
But what none of them could see—
What none of them could hear—
Was the sound.
A faint crack.
Barely perceptible.
Like something invisible had been severed.
Only Ryujin saw it clearly.
That thread—
The one representing existence itself—
Had been cut.
And then—
It happened.
The charging salamander stopped.
Mid-motion.
Without warning.
Without reason.
As if reality itself had paused.
Hanzo's pupils shrank.
He tried to command it—
But before he could—
"BOOM—!!"
The massive body collapsed violently to the ground.
No resistance.
No struggle.
No buildup.
It simply—
Died.
Its enormous form began to shrink, withering rapidly as if time had accelerated only for it. Flesh crumbled. Mass dissolved. Within seconds—
It was gone.
Completely erased.
Hanzo stood frozen.
"…What… is this?"
His voice trembled slightly.
"Impossible…"
His summon—
His strongest weapon—
Gone.
Just like that.
He tried to call it again.
Nothing answered.
No connection.
No presence.
It was as if it had never existed.
Because Ryujin hadn't attacked its body.
He had severed—
Its fate.
The thread that defined its existence.
The line that connected its life to reality.
Once that was cut—
There was nothing left.
An absolute kill.
A complete annihilation.
All accomplished—
With a single kunai.
Ryujin stood silently, his Mangekyō still spinning.
This—
Was his power.
[All-Seeing Analysis]
The ability to perceive everything.
To understand everything.
And—
To destroy anything.
If he could see it—
He could end it.
Even—
Something beyond reason.
But the true terror of this ability didn't lie in destruction alone.
It lay in something deeper.
Something far more dangerous.
Because those threads…
Could also be altered.
Fate.
Outcome.
Existence itself.
If he chose a different line—
A different connection—
He could rewrite reality.
A power that bordered on absolute.
A true—
Broken ability.
But power always came with a price.
A thin line of blood slid down from Ryujin's right eye.
Then another.
His vision trembled slightly.
A dull pain spread through his head.
He had only used it once.
And already—
The backlash had begun.